After Gu Chengyuan and his group settled down, the dormitory area remained restless. Their arrival had caught the attention of many surviving students.
A certain boys' dormitory in Building 19 was packed with people, who had been secretly observing since Gu Chengyuan and his team stopped at the entrance of Apartment No. 22.
"Brother Jie, do you think they're from the army?" a frail, pale-skinned boy asked excitedly in a low voice.
"Not sure. Their armored vehicles aren't made by the Zhou Nation, and their combat uniforms are different from the current Zhou Nation military."
The one called Brother Jie was a tall man, about 1.9 meters, from the north, with a keen interest in military equipment. He immediately noticed the differences in Gu Chengyuan's unit.
After a moment's hesitation, Zhao Jie added, "But we can't completely rule it out. They could be a special forces unit, whose equipment often differs significantly from regular troops."
"But we still can't let our guard down. We need to keep observing. In the apocalypse, human nature's darkest sides are unleashed. Anyone who's read apocalypse novels or watched movies knows this!"
"They clearly have guns. We can't rush into contact. If we make the wrong move, we'll be left with no one to turn to!"
"So, brothers, go back and reassure the others in the dorm. Explain our reasoning and tell them not to panic. We need to wait and see!"
Zhao Jie turned to the eight others on the balcony.
When the apocalypse suddenly broke out, Zhao Jie and Huang Junrui, who stayed on campus in Dorm Room 1411 to prepare for exams, were lucky enough not to be infected.
After a brief panic, Zhao Jie, who enjoyed reading apocalypse novels and understood the importance of banding together, quickly used the Apartment No. 19 group chat to connect with survivors in the building.
He continuously spoke in the group to calm emotions, enthusiastically taught classmates self-rescue, and organized them to lead rescue efforts. His tall and strong build gave him a commanding presence.
He quickly established himself as a leader, being elected as the Building Chief. The eight people in the dorm were either directly or indirectly appointed by him as Dorm Chiefs, managing the temporary groups of survivors.
After the Dorm Chiefs dispersed, Zhao Jie lit a cigarette and leaned on the balcony, his expression dark as he gazed at Apartment No. 22.
The arrival of Gu Chengyuan's unit left him with mixed feelings. In just half a day, he had already tasted the flavor of power.
Before the apocalypse, his strong physique and basketball skills earned him respect from classmates.
But now, having everyone gather around him, listening to him, executing his ideas, this sense of control was truly intoxicating.
If the other side was indeed the Zhou Nation's military, all his efforts might be in vain, and his ambitions for the apocalypse would turn to dust.
Yet, lost in his worries, he didn't notice the pair of eyes staring at him from the dark dormitory, a mocking smile playing at the corners of the observer's mouth.
In a certain dorm room of Girls' Apartment No. 16
"Jiayi, there was constant noise from the stadium earlier, like firecrackers. I wonder what happened," a voluptuous girl with radiant skin said to another girl on the balcony.
"Jingwen, that wasn't firecrackers. I think it was gunfire."
The girl called Jiayi, who was almost a head shorter than the 172 cm Tang Jingwen, had an adorable appearance but her eyes carried a maturity that contrasted with her looks.
"Gunfire? Could it be the Zhou Nation's rescue? Jiayi, how should we seek their help? Should we go to them?"
Tang Jingwen looked at Feng Jiayi's collagen-rich, cute face under the moonlight with delight.
"No, we can't seek help now, and we must avoid being discovered! We need to figure out their true identity before making contact!"
"Haven't you read apocalypse novels? What if they're armed criminals taking advantage of the chaos? We'd be walking into a trap, becoming their prey!"
If Zhao Jie in Apartment No. 19 heard Feng Jiayi's thoughts mirroring his own, he'd surely want to give her a thumbs-up from afar, marveling at their shared insight.
Upon hearing this, the elegant Tang Jingwen's alluring lips parted slightly in surprise, exclaiming:
"Such a thing could happen!"
"You..."
"You can die now, stop being crazy! I mean it!"
Feng Jiayi was speechless at Tang Jingwen's outrageous comment.
"I was just trying to lighten the mood because you looked so serious."
Tang Jingwen said, pinching Feng Jiayi's cheek like a rogue, rubbing her hands together like a fly, and whistling silently.
"Ah~ you're so annoying, I'm going to bed!" With that, Feng Jiayi turned and fled, breaking the heavy atmosphere instantly.
As Feng Jiayi left, the previously bright and playful Tang Jingwen couldn't help but show sadness in her eyes.
She cautiously glanced towards the city, wiped the corner of her eye, dared not look again, took a deep breath, and quickly followed inside.
"Wait for me, Beloved Consort! Tonight, I want you to serve me!"
"No way!"
In the darkness, Feng Jiayi's charming voice echoed, as if everything had returned to how it was before today.
For the survivors in the entire West Dormitory Zone, the arrival of Gu Chengyuan's unit meant a sleepless night.
That night, some couldn't resist and secretly made their way over.